User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Tavern of the Rusted Claw/@comment-3135907-20150410175241/@comment-3135907-20160425040622

"I'm lissenin', I...wot...I was...n-no!" Scurvin threw his paw up as the knife pressed against his throatskin, batting the weapon away and linadvertently causing a mean surface cut. Fuelled by mad adrenaline, the large stoat dropped to the deck and pulled the rat's legs in an effort to topple him, screaming, "Awake, awake! Heeeeeeeelp!"